Hello :o) I decided to do this chapter on Jamie. I know it might confuse you as it is a time jump and it may have gave away some things, although I don't think it has. I promise this story will become more clear. Honestly, I was a little disappointed with the lack of reviews as this is my first story and i would love a confidence boost. :/ Hope you enjoy:
Jamie
"You know, Mama, you suck at this game." I grinned, but I was surprised Dad hadn't yelled at me yet for saying "suck", he really doesn't like that word. I smiled wider, hoping that if I do you'd know I was just playing. And then maybe you'd come back.
I swivelled around as someone tapped me on the shoulder and aunt Brooke laughs at my toothy-grin as she kneels beside me on the ground.
"Hey buddy, what's going on?" she asks me, and the truth is I don't even know what's going on, so I tell her all I know, the basics.
"We were just playing I spy, but Mom doesn't want to."
For some reason aunt Brooke became really sad in that moment. She wrapped her arms around me and I could feel her tears falling on my head, like that time we were playing on the swings and it began to rain so gently, you told me it must have been the angels crying. And then when I asked you why angels would cry you said that everybody cries, but its okay because tears make room for smiles, and smiles make tears go away.
"Are you okay aunt Brooke?" I asked her, smiling as brightly as I could, wishing her tears away.
"Yeah I'm fine." she sniffed and ruffled my hair. "Wow!" She smiled, pointing to a bunch of flowers, "who gave your Mom those ones?"
"That was me!" I chuckle, surely she knew that.
"Well. I think you have certainly out-done everyone else." Aunt Brooke chuckled.
"Yeah? I think Daddy's are the best." I said pointing over to the huge bunch of sunflowers.
"What's that?" Dad asked when he walked in. I looked at aunt Brooke and she was smiling at him. But not like how she smiles at everyone else, she was smiling like when people smile for a joke or when they say sorry.
"We were just admiring the flowers."
He nodded and then said, "do you mind if I have a minute."
Aunt Brooke stood up and pulled me up with her. "Sure, we'll go get some hot chocolate, yeah Jamie?"
"Yeah." I smile. As I walk over to the door, Daddy unexpectedly picks me up and sits me on his arm. This is my favourite place in the world. I chuckle when he tickles me.
"Thanks Brooke." He smiles slightly and puts me down.
"That's the first I've seen Daddy smile since…" I say whilst aunt Brooke prepares my hot chocolate.
"We've all been a bit sad lately, but its okay to smile and laugh."
Because they make tears disappear?
I nod.
Aunt Brooke takes a deep breath. "Do you miss your Mommy?"I stare at her for a second and then shrug. "Sure I do, its okay though because she visits me."
"She does?"
"Yeah…" How could Auntie Brooke not know this? "When I'm sleeping." I remind her in case she's forgot her own dreams.
"Oh." She says and pushes the cup over to me. "Careful. Its hot."
"Thanks." I smile "Do you miss my Mom?"
"Of course." Aunt Brooke smiles. "She's still here though Jamie. We just cant see her smile or her eyes light up, like when she sees you."
"Or Daddy."
"Yeah." Aunt Brooke grins. "Her two favourite people in the world.""Have they always been in love?" I've wondered this for ages.
"Yeah I suppose they have, you know, uncle Luke and I used to say that their love was Fate's favourite game".
"But…" I was a little confused. "You can't love someone until you meet them."
"Well…" Aunt Brooke trailed off. "You can love someone that you haven't met. Like me. I loved you before I met you. And so did your Mom, Dad and everyone else."
"Really?" A wide smiled spread across my face.
"Did Mom love Dad before they met?"
Aunt Brooke looked at me a little funny.
"Well you know they met in high school. And then they got married…"
"Yuk, how could Daddy like Mommy in school? She's a girl."
"I think he loved her as soon as he saw her." Aunt Brooke grinned at me again and I screwed my face up.
"That's weird."
"I know."
We drank our hot chocolate. I was nearly done when a boy came over to me.
"Scuse me." He said. "May I borrow the blue one?" He asked pointing to the tub of crayons on the cafeteria table.
"Okay." I said and hand him it. "Cool picture." I smile politely at him whilst pointing to his family portrait.
"Thanks." He smiled up at me. "I need it for my Mommy's jeans. Look, she has a baby in her tummy because she's special and she's the best Mommy in the world."
I hear an 'aww' coming from aunt Brooke and my face drops. I don't like this boy I decide.
"No she isn't! My Mommy is!" I scramble out of my seat and run to find her, wishing that she will be there when I arrive. I can hear the tick-tock of aunt Brooke's shoes behind me as she yells "James Lucas Scott!" and I freeze. I close my eyes and imagine my Mom standing there, how weird is it that I'd give anything to have her yell at me. But when I open them I find myself being scooped up into Brooke's arms and carried the rest of the way.
You told me once that elephants can live as long as eighty years. That octopuses live up to five years. And that a tortoise can live for up to one hundred and fifty years! Why couldn't you have told me about you?
I am carried into the room and see Daddy where he sleeps every night. With his hand holding yours, his head beside your shoulder, his face stained with tears. Aunt Brooke tells me she'll be back in a minute. She needs to visit aunt Peyton. She hasn't came to see you yet Mama, no one can get her to leave uncle Lucas, I know she would like to see you, and I'm sure she's just making smiles out of her tears too. Brooke says that uncle Lucas is getting better but he needs another operation. I speak to him just like I speak to you.
I decide to play our favourite game. I tip-toe over to you and whisper in your ear. "Hey, Mama wake up." I smile. But this time you don't pretend to be asleep. And you don't wake up.
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